Page 75 of Knot Only His

I press my hand over her forehead. “Your temperature is high. I’m just going to get a thermometer.”

“I’m fine,” she groans. “I just need to go home.”

I leave her room, finding Oliver and Parker at the front door waving off Mrs. Jenkins, and tell them how sick Harlow seems to be getting.

Oliver’s face drains of color as I describe Harlow’s symptoms. His muscles bunch, ready to sprint upstairs.

“She needs us,” he growls, but Parker’s hand shoots out, gripping his shoulder.

“Wait!” Parker’s voice carries that commanding tone that even makes the other alphas pause. We follow him to the kitchen where he yanks open a drawer, pulling out a digital thermometer. “Get water and Tylenol.”

“But—”

“Now, Oliver.”

“You go back to her,” Parker orders, pressing the thermometer into my palm. “We’ll be right there.”

When I return to the nest, Harlow’s shirt is back on and she’s curled into a tight ball, her dark hair plastered to her forehead. Sweat beads along her hairline, and her breathing comes in short gasps.

“Harlow?” I touch her shoulder.

She makes a strangled sound, then bolts upright. Her hand clamps over her mouth as she stumbles toward the bathroom.

I follow, catching her just as she drops to her knees in front of the toilet bowl.

Her body heaves as she empties her stomach.

I gather her hair back, my other hand rubbing circles on her spine. The heat radiating through her shirt alarms me.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out between retches. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re sick.”

She slumps against the cool tile floor, pressing her cheek to the surface. “Everything hurts.”

I hear footsteps approaching and turn to see Oliver and Kai with supplies. But right now, all I can focus on is how small she looks curled up on the bathroom floor.

“Did we do this to her?” Oliver asks outside the bathroom.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know.”

"What did you do, Olly?" Jagger asks as he steps into the bathroom.

“Nothing, Jagger. We all get sick. These should help.” Parker holds the tablets. Always the practical one of the three of us.

Inside the bathroom, Parker hands two tablets to Harlow and a glass of water. "Take these."

Her gaze is on Parker and Oliver as they move around her with the ease of wolves eyeing their prey.

Harlow rises up on her knees as she watches the alphas watching her. “You guys will be amazing with your omega when you find her.”

Her hand presses over her breastbone and over her nipple.

Parker and Oliver exchange a look.

“Have you ever been close to finding one?” she asks softly before she takes another gulp of her water.

Oliver’s throat works as he swallows. “Closer than ever.”

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